Forfeit's a mystery, but is Britney helping?

"Well, too bad!" Britney laughed. "I'm going to keep you in suspense. You're going to find out when it happens! Enjoy the anticipation!"

Lauren looked in confusion. What on earth could that mean.

"Hey Charlotte! Nathan!" Britney called. "I'm driving Lauren home!"

"Fine!" Nathan said dismissively. Charlotte was glued to his side, and it was obvious they were eager to have an evening together.

"Come on Lauren, let's go." Britney said.

"Really?! Thank you!" Lauren said, so happy to finally leave this situation. This meant one last walk of shame as they left the roller rink, Lauren butt naked and cupping her front. Her butt, still bearing the wide load sticker, wriggled excitedly for everyone as she headed towards the front door.

"Hey! Naked girl!" The woman at the front counter called. "Don't come back! We don't need a crazy streaker bothering customers!"

Everyone laughed as Lauren waddled red faced away out the door, led by Britney her apparent savior.